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He floats my cloud

He shoots my star
Portrays a gentleman
with walks to my car.


A moment needing
Another not,
At anguished hour,
He smokes some pot


A rubber band
A popped balloon 
A fractured bone
Bark of poon


He scatters his clothes
Across the room
He sheds tears
As the orchids bloom.

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